In the dead silence of the crowd, someone muffled a roar and said, "Let's go too!"
These words were like a huge rock hitting a stinking puddle, instantly stirring up a thousand waves and spreading commotion among the crowd.
"Leave? Going out now is like committing suicide!" Someone immediately retorted in despair, his voice hoarse, "Stay, at least you can still survive!"
"Life? Pah!"
A skinny woman spat, her eyes filled with resentment and numbness.
"Where is there any hope for survival? In this damned weather, even a drink of clean water has become a luxury! Want to drink? Go ask those psychics! If you meet a kind-hearted person, they might give you half a bottle."
"If you encounter those bullying bastards, you're lucky if you don't get beaten half to death!"
Her voice was so shrill that it caused a dead silence around them, with only heavy breathing and suppressed sobs.
"Lin Rui..."
A weak voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, carrying a hint of uncertain hope.
"Didn't Lin Rui...didn't he leave with a group of people?"
This name was like a faint light, briefly illuminating everyone's gloomy faces.
"Hmph, Lin Rui?"
In the corner, a man with a broken arm sneered.
"With just those few psychics and so many elderly, weak, and disabled people? In this horrible weather, they must have frozen to death or starved to death outside, and not even their bodies would be found!"
"This apocalyptic despair is simply a foolish dream!"
These words were like a basin of ice water poured over my head, instantly extinguishing the little warmth that had just risen.
Yes, there are endless zombies outside, unpredictable human hearts, and increasingly bizarre natural disasters.
Can Lin Rui and the others really survive?
But on second thought, someone else whispered.
"No... If Lin Rui and the others really couldn't survive, since he himself is a superpower, he would definitely find a way to turn back."
"Even if Wang Jiancheng is a worthless person, he shouldn't be so intolerant of a person with special abilities, right? Doesn't the fact that he didn't come back mean..."
Does this mean that they are still out there and still alive?
These words were like a match. With a "hiss", they barely struck a faint, shaky spark in the ashes of despair that had long been soaked in everyone's hearts.
"Wait until night... wait until it gets a little cooler, then I'll leave!"
A middle-aged man with a dark face, high cheekbones and sunken eye sockets struggled to get up from the ground. His lips were cracked and covered with dead skin, and his voice was hoarse but filled with a ruthless determination to fight to the death.
"Who among you wants to help me find a way out?!"
The man's hoarse but resolute roar was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's already numb hearts.
"That's right! We're going to die anyway! I'd rather go out and fight than stay here and be ordered around like dogs by Wang Lei and his gang of bastards, starving and dying of thirst!"
"Death is a relief! It's better than just watching yourself turn into a walking corpse!"
Those who had previously hesitated, waited and watched, or even despaired to the point of wanting to wait for death, now had the flames of madness rekindled in their eyes.
Rather than rotting slowly in humiliation here, it is better to burn vigorously on the road to survival!
"Count me in!"
"And me! I've had enough!"
At once, many people responded, and the crowd crackled like dry firewood being ignited.
Surprisingly, it wasn’t just ordinary survivors who were completely cornered who came forward.
Even some low-level psychics who could barely get some leftovers on weekdays gritted their teeth and stood up.
Ever since Wang Lei took control of the base and divided everyone into different levels, there is no longer any warmth and cooperation in the base as before.
Ordinary people are animals, and not all people with special abilities are superior to others.
Wang Lei only values those powerful people with special abilities who can help him plunder more supplies and consolidate his rule.
As for those with ordinary or low-level abilities, or abilities that are not suitable for combat and collecting, their treatment is not much better than that of ordinary people.
Because they are labeled as "superpowers", they are sometimes forced to carry out more dangerous tasks, but they are still given very little food and water.
They were once human beings and had dignity.
But here, they are just numbers, tools, "trash" and "slaves" in the eyes of Wang Lei and his group of upstarts.
Superpowers have become another shackle around their necks.
"Damn it! I'm a power-enhancing guy after all, so why can't I even have a full meal?"
A man with a strong build but now a pale and thin face roared. He was one of the first group of people with awakened superpowers, but because of his low level of superpowers, he had been marginalized.
"Instead of dying here, it's better to break out with my brothers!"
So, when the last trace of summer heat was slightly dispelled by the night breeze and only the blood-red setting sun remained in the sky, a team, in a mighty yet silent and suppressed manner, walked out of the dilapidated gate of the base.
They were dressed in rags and had pale faces, but there was a resolute look in their eyes.
Those psychics in the base who claimed to be superior to others, as well as Wang Lei's confidants, didn't even bother to raise their eyelids when they left.
In their eyes, these were just a bunch of “trash” destined to die outside.
If they leave, the base will be quieter and some of the already limited resources can be saved. Why not?
There were even people standing on the watchtower, watching the team gradually disappear into the twilight, a sneer of contempt on their lips: "You ignorant people, do you really think there's a way out there?"
The departure of this group of "waste" was like a few fallen leaves floating into a muddy quagmire, without causing any ripples, and no one cared about their life or death.
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